She understood now why Muse Sutton had been so relentless in her affection for him.
At half past eight in the evening, Haynes Seasons stood up.
"Miss Yale, I've taken up quite a bit of your time. It's getting late, shall I drive you home?" Haynes Seasons glanced at his watch.
"I can just take a taxi home myself, Mr. Seasons. Actually, it's me who's held you up," she replied.
"You're too polite, Miss Yale."
Jasmine Yale was still determined to catch a taxi home herself.
Helpless, Haynes Seasons walked her to her taxi.
After spending the evening chatting with Haynes Seasons, Jasmine Yale felt that her decision had not changed.
That decision, it seemed, nothing could possibly shake.
When she got home, Jasmine finished her work, took a shower, and dried her hair.
She packed up the scarf she had knitted, planning to mail it out the following day.
Only when everything was done did she sit down on her living room couch to watch television.
